Your ordinary day in the City of Evil. Fear hangs heavily in the air. Terrifying screams emerge from dark basements. The lord of the castle is busy drinking, his voice echoing through the hallways; hordes of orcs and demons scurry to perform his orders.

Golle sits in the window as dawn breaks. He turns around and stutters out: "H-h-hey, Iqu-qubus. Th-there's somebody c-c-coming..."

Flakse Flammetunge flies to the window, and Iqubus orders Trøfle to get out of the way so that he can see. And outside, they see what they fear.